Enduring Pens

With a few hours off on the fifth week. Fully functional, even more beautiful with their mended imperfections. Loyal, never quitting, not wasting, not wanting. I didn't repair it with gold, but it sure feels like gold. They are tangible stories in themselves.

They've both been around for around 20 years. With me they wrote drafts of journals, work notes, university notes, signed a thing or two. At some point, they've stopped working, or using them felt too fancy.

They reappeared at the right moment. Now I try to identify with them, with their equanimity and endurance. All the more reasons why I should keep writing.

Obituary at 39

He loved, most of all. He read. He laughed with friends. He ran. He worked and learned and taught a few others a thing or two. He lived his life as if it will always be repeated. He tried to be kind. With a few inevitable what-ifs and quiet regrets. With a full heart.